Quiet day...
Jul. 26th, 2006 12:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisAt least so far. I made a quick trip to the library to pick up a couple of holds that were waiting and figured while I was there I would pop into the grocery and picked up a couple of things and forgot one thing that now I cannot even remember. So... as my Mother would say 'musta not been important then'
Had a little bit of a freak website emergency this morning but it was with my good client who is always so patient and grateful. Soon he will have no more more for me and I'll be very sad. On the upside, he is a temporary employee who generally works as a consultant and his gig will be up in about 6 months. He likes working with me so if he ever needs web production work, I think I'm on his list.
Every morning for about as long as I can remember, I've started my day with a cup of coffee. Usually many cups. I make a pot of 10 every day and often empty the pot. I set it up at night and it's ready when I wake up and stays hot in a thermal carafe. The other day, when it first started to get blistering hot, I had a cup but didn't enjoy it. Tossed the rest of the pot. The next day, I made half a pot. Had a cup and didn't enjoy it.
The end. I have not had any since. I had the iced coffee drink yesterday afternoon but that's it. Aren't I supposed to have some kind of caffeine withdrawal? I feel no different - no sleepier, no more chipper, no crankier, no nicer, no more beautiful. Oh well.
My Mom was not wild about kids. My Dad was a little more interested but out of town a lot. Had they been GenX, I'm guessing they would have never even considered having children. They were actually very good parents especially considering they didn't really enjoy it much.
When I was little I loved finding that rare adult who delighted in me cause I was a kid. My father's sister was just such an adult. Aunt Kay was my father's older sister - they were the only two siblings in the family. Aunt Kay grew up in Oklahoma City and married a Western Union lineman. My father was mortified. My whole life I heard 'Ray's a nice man but Kay could have done so much better.' Ray was a nice man. And he delighted in me, too. They had a son, Bill.
But I was Aunt Kay's 'little girl'. And Aunt Kay was a real girly girl herself. She wore frosted nail polish on long manicured nails and always wore an arm load of bangle bracelets and flouncy squaw skirts and ruffled white blouses and she always smelled like fresh flowers. She was ribbons and bows and loved making me into the same. Especially when I was a pre-teen she was like my very own fairy godmother. I only saw her maybe once or twice a year but just sitting on the stool at her feet for an hour kept me happy for a year. She listened to me and taught me how to put on nail polish and work the word puzzles in the newspaper that weren't crosswords. She had a subscription to TV Guide! And long hair.
I was always fascinated with house trailers as a kid. I saw Luci and Desi in the Long Long Trailer and I was hooked. Once I heard my Mom and Daddy talking about Aunt Kay and one of them said that Uncle Ray made her live like trailer trash.
That nailed it for me. My two greatest loves together. In my room, in my imagination, I wanted nothing more than to grow up to be Aunt Kay and live in a trailer park.
When I was a freshman in college, Aunt Kay went out to dinner one night with Uncle Ray and Bill and when they got home she had a headache and 3 hours later an aneurysms in her brain had burst and she was dead. I was too busy with my life to really think about it then, but I have often been so grateful that my memory of her is so preserved in little girl view.
Had a little bit of a freak website emergency this morning but it was with my good client who is always so patient and grateful. Soon he will have no more more for me and I'll be very sad. On the upside, he is a temporary employee who generally works as a consultant and his gig will be up in about 6 months. He likes working with me so if he ever needs web production work, I think I'm on his list.
Every morning for about as long as I can remember, I've started my day with a cup of coffee. Usually many cups. I make a pot of 10 every day and often empty the pot. I set it up at night and it's ready when I wake up and stays hot in a thermal carafe. The other day, when it first started to get blistering hot, I had a cup but didn't enjoy it. Tossed the rest of the pot. The next day, I made half a pot. Had a cup and didn't enjoy it.
The end. I have not had any since. I had the iced coffee drink yesterday afternoon but that's it. Aren't I supposed to have some kind of caffeine withdrawal? I feel no different - no sleepier, no more chipper, no crankier, no nicer, no more beautiful. Oh well.
My Mom was not wild about kids. My Dad was a little more interested but out of town a lot. Had they been GenX, I'm guessing they would have never even considered having children. They were actually very good parents especially considering they didn't really enjoy it much.
When I was little I loved finding that rare adult who delighted in me cause I was a kid. My father's sister was just such an adult. Aunt Kay was my father's older sister - they were the only two siblings in the family. Aunt Kay grew up in Oklahoma City and married a Western Union lineman. My father was mortified. My whole life I heard 'Ray's a nice man but Kay could have done so much better.' Ray was a nice man. And he delighted in me, too. They had a son, Bill.
But I was Aunt Kay's 'little girl'. And Aunt Kay was a real girly girl herself. She wore frosted nail polish on long manicured nails and always wore an arm load of bangle bracelets and flouncy squaw skirts and ruffled white blouses and she always smelled like fresh flowers. She was ribbons and bows and loved making me into the same. Especially when I was a pre-teen she was like my very own fairy godmother. I only saw her maybe once or twice a year but just sitting on the stool at her feet for an hour kept me happy for a year. She listened to me and taught me how to put on nail polish and work the word puzzles in the newspaper that weren't crosswords. She had a subscription to TV Guide! And long hair.
I was always fascinated with house trailers as a kid. I saw Luci and Desi in the Long Long Trailer and I was hooked. Once I heard my Mom and Daddy talking about Aunt Kay and one of them said that Uncle Ray made her live like trailer trash.
That nailed it for me. My two greatest loves together. In my room, in my imagination, I wanted nothing more than to grow up to be Aunt Kay and live in a trailer park.
When I was a freshman in college, Aunt Kay went out to dinner one night with Uncle Ray and Bill and when they got home she had a headache and 3 hours later an aneurysms in her brain had burst and she was dead. I was too busy with my life to really think about it then, but I have often been so grateful that my memory of her is so preserved in little girl view.
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Date: 2006-07-26 09:58 pm (UTC)Anyway, hot days + coffee lover = try it on ice.
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Date: 2006-07-27 11:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-27 11:30 pm (UTC)I'll be interested to see if I feel differently about it when cold weather hits. I've been drinking cold water in the mornings and so far, that's been fine.
Strange and interesting to hear that it happened to someone else, too!
Withdrawal
Date: 2006-07-27 11:37 pm (UTC)